Not Your Average Art Exhibit

Jun 21st, 2018 02:23 PM

Rebecca was not generally a fan of art. She wasn't afraid to admit that. She connected much more with the cold, hard reality of sciences than with the emotional passion of the arts. But what she did enjoy was meeting and connecting with the people that are interested in that passion. It was always good to make friends with those with different skills. But Rebecca also wanted to avoid the events at the Crocker Art Museum. The summer bombarded the museum with children and family events, and Rebecca was looking for something a little less...authorized.

Through the grape vine she had learned of a special exhibit that was only accessible to those 'in the know'. She had heard rumors that there was a new player in town, connecting with fences and forming an irresistable collection. A collection he wanted to show off in the most lavish way. The warehouse where the event took place was out of the way. Not a location any random person would stumble upon. That of course allowed for more the much privacy. Privacy the guests also appreciated.

For some reason, as Rebecca started to get ready, she became nervous and her mask found it difficult to form. Twice she stumbled in guarding her true self, only to allow it out into the world. Finally, with luck, she was able to put on a face of pleasant, friendliness. Tonight would be another opportunity to make connections, and she wanted the Kine to find her welcoming and receptive. To add to that she decided to dress up slightly for the occasion, treating the event like any other art gala. Wearing a glamorous white dress she made her way to the warehouse, blood flowing just under the surface, gave the password her friends in the know had given her, and made her way inside.

Inside the large room they had put up three and four sided white walls in order to display the collection, while still maintaining an open design. A bar had been setup on the other side of the room from the entrance as well, with panels laid down in the middle as a makeshift dance floor. Within each walled section Rebecca saw art that must have cost a fortune to acquire, or knowing people with very special skills. Slowly she made her way around, taking in the art as she wondered how the night was going to go.

1 success

You would need Streetwise or Socialize 2 or Allies/Contacts/Status 1 in Criminals, Culture, or other relevant Sphere of Influence to know about the event. (Rebecca meets both the Streetwise and Allies Criminal requirement)

Jun 21st, 2018 02:26 PM

-1 vitae for Blush of Life for bookkeeping

**Clara E. Verne** · Jun 21st, 2018 06:48 PM

A woman sat comfortably at the bar next to a nervous young man with a wedding band around his finger. She wore a pink pencil skirt, knee high black velvet boots, and a black shoulder-less top. The man kept nervously checking his vibrating phone but couldn't keep his eyes off the woman for long.

1 success

It was an excited twinge of danger that alerted Clara that the night would take a turn. There was something here that her undead heart compelled she find. What is it? Something new!? She let out a small groan when her eyes found the Predator in white. Clara recognized her from Court.

The woman at the bar rose and shrugged off the married man's protestations as she left with a small "Adieu." The man looked despondent, slumped his shoulders, and ordered a stiff drink. He made it a double.

"Bonsoir! I didn't know you'd be here!" Clara had spent the night at Court watching and learning names. She remembered the title Madam and decided to wait and see if the woman had a name for kine. "What a surprise!" Clara shelved her desire to turn the woman's white dress red and instead placed a peck on her cheek. Clara used the closeness to whisper in the other woman's ear. "Am I intruding on your territory?" She intoned with a sultry purr.

The siren took a step back and let a smirk play out on her face. Court demeanor dancing behind the Masquerade front.

Used 2 Social to learn about the event

**Clara E. Verne** · Jun 21st, 2018 06:48 PM

Also Blushed

**Alessandra** · Jun 21st, 2018 07:06 PM

An art exhibit. Not something that would normally catch the Savage’s attention. And it wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate art, she did, she just found the crowds that went with it boring as hell. Not to mention the stares that accompanied those boring snobs when they caught a glimpse of her tattoos. So she tended to keep her distance.

But an exhibit held in a warehouse, and only accessible to people like her and with her connections, count her in. Might be fun, she might make a new connection which was always great to have.

The other down side? Dressing up. The Italian never hid the fact that she hated dressing up and the whole process that went with it. It was a hassle and dresses were soo uncomfortable. But at least she could show off her leg tattoos which were hardly seen. So bonus?

She went with a short, dangerously short, black dress with silver accent pieces on it. Her hair was cut shorter than it usually was with some added curls and style. Her makeup was minimal with her lips a deep blood red. And heels. The dreaded heels were on her very tattooed legs.

Yeah, she was probably going to stand out. A mixture of her status and ink, but so went life.

The Torino was parked, and the Prince, of both the Domain, and the Criminals, made her entrance.

Stopping at the door, she calmly observed the setup, enjoying the open design of the area. Least the wouldn’t be packed like sardines.

But that calm was quickly interrupted by the sudden crash of Beasts. Two. While both were weaker, one was the weakest. Dark eyes search and find the Kindred, in white, and one she knew. But still her Beast roared with rage, demanding the Savage add her own art to the display. One of flesh and blood.

Not tonight, thinks the Italian with a sly smile.

The other was familiar from Court, new. A Daeva if she remembered correctly.

Well, we can’t stand here and be rude, we must go say hi!

So the tattooed Prince makes her way over, smiles and nods returned to those that realize who she was, before stopping near the Kindred.

“Buona serata!” comes the Italian, the sly smile still on her lips, “So we meet again ladies.”

**Cynthia Weiss** · Jun 21st, 2018 09:54 PM

A black figure slipped into the warehouse, it was a woman in a black dress and knee high black boots. The air immediately around her seemed to sour at her very presence.

Art shows had always attracted the attention of Cynthia, though she found herself getting more and more selective of which to attend. Proliferation of Post modern art in this day and age kept her away, but Sacramento was proving to be different. Especially with those few, hidden showings that seemed to be for those in the know. It was not the usual crowd she saw at these gatherings. Perhaps she might be able to expand her own influence.

Such thoughts were cast aside, her eyes went wide as her Beast screamed. The presence of other kindred was something she had not factored in tonight. Her eyes darted around while she forced the Thing back deep below. Soon her vision lay on the familiar patterns of ink on flesh. Alessandra? The goth slipped through the crowd towards her, ignoring the occasional cough from someone that caught a whiff of the stench she left behind.

Closer now she saw others that affected the Beast, though not as harshly as the Prince. Both were new faces at court, though the older woman confused her. The beast growled. A rival. Was her beast stronger than last time? She pushed that thought aside, along with the expected agression she felt with a smile through painted black lips. "Good evening. I didn't expect to see you here tonight." She greeted the Prince. She turned to the others as well. "Evening to you as well. I'm Elise." She offered. Something in the air smelt faintly like chlorine now she was here.

Cynthia has the Contacts to know about this event

**Orianna** · Jun 21st, 2018 10:07 PM

Oops! Ale does have Allies in Criminals!

**Cynthia Weiss** · Jun 21st, 2018 10:15 PM

Blush of life! Completely forgot to add this. Sorry!

Jun 22nd, 2018 08:21 AM

Rebecca had come to the event as an opportunity to be surrounded by the criminal element, those society considered monsters. How interesting then that she would find herself surrounded by actual monsters. With each new arrival who approached her inner Catalyst fought against an explosive retreat. She would not allow fear to rule her night though and so she dosed the internal flames of anxiety with cool inner serenity. Thankfully her mask concealed any internal struggle.

She had seen Clara very briefly during her Acknowledgement at court, but Rebecca did not believe they had actually spoken during the event. As she asked about territory Rebecca offered a light smile. "Good evening, so wonderful to see you. You're not intruding at all, I assure you." While she had certainly made some connections with the world they currently stood, she could not claim ownership of it, at least not yet. Beyond the lingering traces of fear Rebecca felt, she couldn't help by feel entranced by the woman's appearance. Rebecca was reminded of her youth, back when she was a vixen herself. If only I'd been embraced sooner... She snapped her mind shut on the thought. She was a foolish girl back then. Age had provided the wisdom that had helped her survive to the present and she should be grateful she was embraced when she was.

It would seem that, with their mutual connections, Rebecca would end up running into the Prince often. Normally she'd see that as merely beneficial, but after their last meeting she realized there was true pleasure in speaking with the woman. "Sophia, so wonderful to see you again. Who would of thought we'd see each other again so soon?" Were others watching? Possibly. They would know that Rebecca was close to the one at the top.

A third approached who Rebecca recalled seeing at Court, though she had not had the opportunity to speak to. Coughing followed the Gothic woman with the long black boots and Rebecca was curious would could cause such a reaction to the Kine. So despite any potential risk, she allowed herself to breathe it in. Chlorine. Faint traces of Ammonia. Possibly some Sulfur. How interesting. Rebecca concluded that there could only be two explanations. Either this woman was also a woman of science and the smell just followed her. Or she was a Haunt. Then again, the answer could be both. Regardless, Rebecca had spent far too long with all of the smells for her to be disgusted. In fact, she kind of felt at home with them. "Good evening, wonderful to meet you Elise," she said politely to the woman with no beast, or at least not one she could feel.

Looking first to Clara, then to Cynthia, she said, "I don't believe we were formally introduced. I'm Doctor Rebecca Simmons. It's a pleasure to officially meet both of you."

**Clara E. Verne** · Jun 22nd, 2018 09:03 AM

Clara admired Simmons' composure. She was idly wondering how good at poker she'd be when Clara's Blushed cheeks lit up with something other than Vitae. A woman etched with an art exhibit across her limbs had sauntered in, and she just happened to rule Sacramento's nights. She was Power and it was intoxicating. The succubus had to remind herself that there was danger behind the beauty; with that thought she resisted the urge to provoke the tattooed ruler for a game that'd end with her own Final Death.

She was followed by a chlorine-scented Priscus. Are they meeting here to avoid the watchful eyes of Court? The woman seemed to read Clara's mind when she announced her surprise meeting the Prince. The statement did little to alleviate her suspicions.

Clara took a side-step so that she'd stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Simmons, opening the circle up to two power players of the night. Clara dipped her head just slightly as the Prince spoke. Kine might interpret it as a friend wordlessly acknowledging another. Here in public it was Clara's way of showing deference without breaking the Masquerade. "Our privilege, meeting again so soon," she said with the playful smile that was now her mask.

She also gave Weiss a dip of her head as she she offered the courtesy of a greeting. "Elise, yes. We met briefly. Clara." She offered her hand for a light shake. "Any artist you're here to admire?"

Clara gave the Doctor a side-glance while her body still faced Weiss. "My fault we haven't been introduced, Doctor. Always in a hurry to the next unimportant thing, that's me! My name is Clara, and you must forgive my manners." She then had her gaze meet each lady in turn as she asked, "You all also heard this was the event to come to tonight? Or are the sights not reason enough for coming here?"

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-06-21 13:59:26	Rebecca Simmons rolls 3 to Tatemae (Man+Exp+Kamen-2) (10 Again)	6, 2, 8	1 success
2018-06-21 13:59:07	Rebecca Simmons rolls 4 to Tatemae (Man+Exp+Kamen-1) (10 Again)	1, 7, 5, 1	failure
2018-06-21 13:58:49	Rebecca Simmons rolls 5 to Tatemae (Man+Exp+Kamen) (10 Again)	6, 2, 6, 4, 1	failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-06-21 18:08:42		Clara E. Verne rolls 5 to Awe at the Bar (Pres + SL + Exp + Maj) (10 Again)		1, 6, 4, 10, 1, 4		1 success

Not Your Average Art Exhibit

Similar Threads

Minoan Exhibit Inauguration Party